Withering Surface
Album • 2004
Let’s put this work horse in gear, can’t wait to see where it goes One two, look back, this is where it all begins Three four, and more, to make it happen Five Six, give it all it takes to get me there. Loading in all the gears to get me there Giving up everything to get me here. All I ever wanted was to be like you And all I ever needed was to fall with you All I ever wanted was to be like you And all I ever needed was to fall right through
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025
Have you ever felt the way I feel? Have you ever been down the road like me? Where you stand, you turn, you feel like me Start to smile and pray for ecstasy Stop bringing the bad news Whatever comes your way You know the feeling as it comes my way What you see is what you get Lie down, don’t pretend Things will get better They will not You have to exit your sculpture, exit sculpture Exit sculpture as it all comes down Exit sculpture, leave your void Exit sculpture, as it hits the ground Waiting, seeing, upon the seven shores Waiting, seeing, abandoned, I rise
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025
This view I found to bury myself This view I found to stay with myself Whitening the powers each time I bite a piece This view I found This view I found to bury myself When all is said and done I end of drinking myself to death Back from the drowning seas of years to come Let’s create the perfect concept
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025
You’re stripped, vulgar - your pulse points none Useless talent - deprecate us from your talent Take your broken pride, exhaust your basic quote You lying thief, you’re stripped to the bone Morality by all means, a favour to us all So heal, and show us how Out of shape, out of mind and out of time Morality by all means, a favour to us all Go reach your purity Take off all your clothes. I’d like to see who you really are. Again. Force The Pace. Ignore the speed limits. I know you hate who I become. So do I, sweetheart. Don’t write home about it You’re stripped, vulgar - your pulse points none Draining your pathetic body for energy Out of shape, out of mind and out of time Draining your body for energy The fluid acid end up being no good
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025
Accept this tender breeze breaks you within these walls Your image thaw the freezing walls, flavours break the frost Hold the line Confess your freedom Take the time Don’t go off the rails Hold the line You need to paint this image Take the time These walls need flavours Wisdom is strength and strength is freedom Put yourself in this box now Prove your faith was not foreseen And touch your paintings, touch them now, touch them now with melting kisses Will your invisible army defend you? Will they take the time? Confess you need to rest Ease down your moral ethics, face yourself, your strength But hold the line, don’t let it melt, as your life goes on Wisdom is strength and strength is freedom Put yourself in this box now Prove your faith was not foreseen And touch your… all the way now Somebody, somewhere may place you in center Prove your faith was not foreseen and feel it All the way now, all the way, all the ways with melting kisses
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
Deep inside of the machinery You know you have to wait Deep inside of the machinery You know you have to fake Facing all your enemies Compel whatever it may seem Compel whatever it shall be So many times you tried Or are you just wasting time And all the bullshit, all the lies You know I did what I needed to You know I did get a grip So many times I wondered why Are you just wasting time Is it bullshit, is it lies Do you do what you did So many times you tried Are you wasting time You know I did what I needed to, you know I did get a grip
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025
When you thought you stood in line, was when it all fell down Sub seed the lead, the conscious of your greed Sub feed, so weak… Excretion of morality Deplore the purity Makes wounds infiltrate Survival of the fittest Into jet-sets of disease Control the spine of your engine Control the spine of your god Black out the leech in your pulse now Inhale the hyper pulse When you thought you stood in line, was when it all fell down Sub seed the lead, the conscious
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025
Keep indoors, a million excuses Bash through the cellophane Feel as if it’s no good Wrapped up and tried like a freak Displace the supplant, can’t hardly see Is this freak not just you and me? Expounder this trampled soil of shit Foil the obligations and disturb the views Didn’t you see the news today? Heaven and earth will burn and… The angel of doom will fall from the sky Didn’t you face the truth today? Heaven and earth will burn and… The state of emergency will ask you why What we need is a state of emergency Is it a wonder this place leads to denial A state of preparation, a neutral state of shame Expounder this trampled soil of shit Foil the obligations and disturb the views What we need is state of shame Is it a wonder this place leads to denial State of Emergency, a neutral state of shame State of Emergency, a tramped, toxic soil of shit
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025
Sign this piece of paper, you’re useless, I steal your ignorance Business is business and business is war. If you’re not in for real, you’re out, get it now, you stupid fuck. This is not your game, because anything goes. Anything Goes – get it now Anything Goes in this game, and this game you lost. So tell me I’m the one without views Tell me I’m the freak, not you, but me Tell me I’m the one to be tied up, Tell me I’m the freak, not you, not them Anything Goes So tell me I’m the one to be disgraced Tell I’m the freak in this practical theory Tell me how it is when it comes down to it Tell me right into my face When anything goes
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 23, 2025
Look around you, is this what you want. Look for a compromise and all you get is laughter. This is not what anyone deserves. This is not culture. Crawl against the stream Traffic jam of dreams Your nose is bleeding Fudge along, a ticking bomb Take me down the alley of dreams Where the future is free, the dope is clean And now please let me in Take me down the alley of dreams Where the future is clean, the dope is free So please let me… Look around you, is this what you want. Look for a compromise and all you get is laughter. This is not what anyone deserves. This is not your culture. Comprehensive, a wide screen TV of nails Aspire the atomistic spines Aggro-culture, apprehensive for and to majorities Look around you, is this what you want. Look for a compromise and all you get is laughter. This is not what anyone deserves. Discrete the gravity. Take me down the alley of dreams Where the future is free, the dope is clean And won’t you please let me in Take me down the alley of dreams Where the future is clean, the dope is free So please let me…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025
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